I knew a man Bo jange and he cut for you
The karda, too.
With sharpened tip, a wooden grip
And silver cho, from the old kami
He cut so high, he cut so high
Then he lightly chopped down
I met him in a knife store on the internet
I was down and out
He looked to be the knife for me
As he spoke right out
He talked of choppin, he talked of choppin
He laughed, and cut my leg a little bit
Mr. Bo jange, Mr. Bo jange
Mr. Bo jange, dance!
He chopped through cars and redneck bars
throught the South
He was slicin too
A thousand pounds of bacon
and still shavin' sharp.
He chopped a fly, he chopped a fly
Sweet Jange's my blade.